The Salvatore Saga, Part Four: My new Life

As Damon pulled me into the shower, undressed himself, and brought along his scrub brush and various bottles, I couldn't help but wonder what the rest of our intense four-week heat would bring. He seemed prepared and determined, exuding a sense of firmness that made me think this snowball rolling downhill might finally meet its match.

He scrubbed me a few times, muttering something under his breath, and said in a low and terse voice, "This feels, then, right."

Suddenly, pain shot through my entire body as my skin regenerated after Damon had magically stripped it off. It was an excruciating few minutes, but he wanted me to be free of any scent, especially that of Wulfe. Even though he had been somewhat accepting of our relationship, it seemed that things might change.

He washed my hair, applied conditioner, and used silk drops that he had gotten for me, which made me realize that he must have done some online shopping or perhaps I just hadn't noticed all of these items before. He had even reserved a pink bathrobe for me. Of course, he had taken me in the shower, passionately and intensely. I had been filled with his bump, bred a few times in the shower, too. 

I felt completely fulfilled as he gently placed me down.

"We don't need breakfast. Number two has already arranged who goes with whom, so we'll soon be free to have some fun," he said, his gaze in the mirror holding a certain glint of dominance.

I wasn't entirely sure what his intentions were, and he certainly wasn't interested in knowing mine. It felt like his will had suppressed my own modes, and as long as he maintained control, my modes would remain hidden. I wasn't sure if this was a good or bad thing, but it was my reality now, and only time would reveal what this week, and possibly the next, had in store for me.

Damon calmly reminded me, "Remember, we are married and share everything. So just as you have taken those men, we have taken them too. They are just as much mine as they are yours, so don't even think they would obey you over me. I am still the pack leader, and once they see who is in charge, they will know who to obey."

I simply nodded, knowing there was little I could say. If I were to provoke him, there was no telling what he might do, and I had no desire to test his limits. The experience of having my entire skin stripped away was enough to keep me compliant, at least for now.

I couldn't understand why he was bothering to fix my hair when it would inevitably become disheveled in the heat, but as his sharp vampire claw caressed my neck, I kept my thoughts to myself. As I mentioned before, I had no intention of making things worse. It was a valuable lesson for me to learn self-control, at least for the time being.

He said to me, "Oh, your pulse picked up. I guess you don't like it when I stroke your artery. But then again, your self-control is always impeccable, my baby. Well, you'll be finished soon."

I had no time to react as he suddenly grabbed my neck and swiftly twisted his wrist, breaking it. Darkness enveloped me.

As I started to get some sensations in my body, I felt many things. My neck ached, rendering me unable to move, and I was strapped in place. It took some time for me to realize that I was standing, once again restrained in a frame. I was naked. A ball gag silenced me, a blindfold covered my eyes, and earplugs emitted a soft hum, blocking out all sounds.

A sharp slap followed, causing an intense burning pain to spread across my pussy lips, forcing me to draw breath through my nose. My pussy jerked and moistened. It had been so long since this had been done to me, and it was something that ignited a fire within me. The next strike came, longer lashes hitting my back, again delivering a stinging, burning pain that was so intense it almost made me drip.

Then, from the earplugs, I could hear Alice Cooper's "Poison." Oh, how fitting!

I felt completely helpless, yet somehow, the song seemed to suit the situation. I could feel the heat emanating from Damon's body; he was right behind me. His hot breath fanned my hair and my neck.

His voice whispered in my mind, "You're soaking wet, already dripping, huh? Oh, baby, try to hold on a little longer..."

Another strike, this time on my ass. Oh my god, I tried to move, thrash, grunt, anything to make him do something, but this situation was so frustrating, arousing, and desperately needed all at once that it made my head spin. I couldn't decide what I wanted more: his hot cock plunging into my pussy, or the next sharp strike of the flogger or lash, his voice in my mind, his body so close to mine.

The song changed to Simon and Garfunkel's "Mrs. Robinson." Oh, how Damon sometimes had a fucking funny sense of humor. I could feel something near me, his body heat, Damon again, and something hard and cool thrust into my pussy.

It was a huge dildo, but it wasn't movable like crawlers. As he plunged it in, it buzzed, causing me to gasp and breathe even harder as the pleasure built. And then I felt Damon moving at my front,

Suddenly, a surge of hot pain pierced through my belly. I could smell my blood. He had just sunk this certain dagger into my belly with those herbs that burned but were not damaging to me.

In my mind, he grunted, "Can you feel this, baby?"

As a sharp twist occurred, my power instinctively reacted.

I replied in my mind, "Yeah, I feel it, but you know, there's a threshold..."

His grunt in my mind conveyed everything. "Baby, we still have four weeks. Let it out. I won't share. Come on. Let. It. Out."

With a new thrust of that cursed dagger, my power surged, causing pressure to build up not only in my mind, but in my body as well. It felt as if I were about to explode. The burning sensation coursed through my veins, filling my muscles. My reason and control were soon thrown off balance.

As thrust after thrust, he forcibly extracted it from me. I was reduced to a reactive mess, my power almost spilling out of me, as if it were a radiant beam. He had removed the gag, but not the blindfold. This was it. I was more than ready.

And then it happened. Damon plunged a long machete right through me, causing me to gasp and scream in ecstasy. He kissed me hungrily as the first burst of power flooded out of me. The dildo was still buzzing inside me, and I could feel our magic symbols colliding.

He was taking my power, absorbing everything that gushed out of me, as much as he could. His hands were trembling, too.

For a moment, I feared he might become overwhelmed, but he reassured me aloud. "Oh no, baby. I'm not overloading. Just enjoying it. Let it out. Oh, yeah..."

My thoughts were clouded, and all I could do was feel. Damon had explained this to me at one point, as we had already transitioned into freaking intense sex. No more mechanical dildo, but him taking me, my power, and breeding me at the same time.

His voice was low and gruff, almost gravelly, as he said, "You see, baby, I should remember to do this more often. According to Wulfe, it's one thing that drives your alpha side to her tricks, your independence too. So let's see what this does. It may not be the tip of the iceberg, but it should bring some relief. This was a good time for this as those vampire weddings cleansed your alpha powers at least somewhat, so they have not yet gotten too messy."

I didn't know how to respond. Sure, they could theorize, but the fact remained that this was my power. And I wasn't entirely convinced that there was a direct link between my alpha side and this power.

But then again, the question lingered. Was my alpha side something I could isolate, or had I become the alpha, making it an integral part of me? Was I fooling myself, thinking that my alpha side was merely a creature in my mind? Perhaps, if this could help me, it could also aid my alpha side as well.

Our passion carried us away, and I lost track of time as Damon finally rolled off of me. He teleported us out of the cellar and into another room. I was exhausted, utterly tired, and he had even taken my galaxy. There was no herbal bath, but he had persistently ripped it, called it, pulled it, and removed it.

Now he carried me into the bath, which turned a deep red as I was covered in blood, dirt, and the scent of sex mixed with the aroma of rain-soaked asphalt and anthill. It clung to me after our encounter, permeating the air around me.

This was the scent of my unloading. It told me I had been emptied for now. This herbal bath was different from the usual, but it was both soothing and cleansing at the same time.

Damon crouched next to the tub and said, "Not bad, baby. It's been a nice three weeks. Your heat is over now, while others still have one more week. My guess is that you will sleep for at least a few days, and maybe you'll have some time to enjoy this island. Our babies and cubs need their mommy to be in the best shape. Your pregnancy will begin as others' heat ends."

He stroked me, looking slightly sad, and softly said, "I wish, you have no idea how much I wish to be perfect and be your alpha and husband. I've started to see the honor in it. But I am weak, and I'm afraid that, as you know, Mariella is jealous and needy during pregnancy. She might demand my attention. I hope, I can't demand, only hope that you won't be too offended by my weakness. I can't make any promises here, and I can't give you any assurances that Wulfe will be with you for sure, like Mariella..." He looked at the floor.

I was tired, and this new version of myself was not gentle. I was not from a romance novel.

So I said, "If you take those five, or my four, from me, without putting Mariella under control, you can only blame the consequences. I am not responsible for my actions, as they are direct reactions to your actions or lack thereof."

He nodded, and I continued, "I have changed. That VENOMS, it changed me. It would be helpful for you to accept and understand that. I am no longer a patient and forgiving creature who will do everything for herself. I am the alpha female, facing the reality of having a spineless, weak alpha male who can't assert dominance over a freaking weak female who dictates our pack life with her pussy. What this means is that my priority is my cubs, and then the pack. Not you, and certainly not Mariella. So I choose where to have my cubs, who I will take care of them, and how to raise them. This is what will happen if you don't rein in Mariella."

 Damon stood up and left in silence. I wasn't in the mood for lying or half-truths. I wanted to be blunt and honest, not just with Damon, but with myself and my pack.

When Damon finally helped me out of the tub and rinsed me off, he didn't say a word. His grip was clinical, and his expression neutral. What did he expect? Did he think I would still be devoted to him despite his devotion to Mariella during breeding season? No way.

It was time for him to grow up and face the truths he didn't want to hear. Maybe then he would find the courage to make Mariella see reason and fix this situation. Damon helped me into my nightgown, and there was a warm bed waiting for me. It was just another plain bedroom with white walls, a beige bed, and laminate flooring. It wasn't perfect, but it provided warmth, and maybe one day it could be a fucking vacation destination for wolves and humans alike. I no longer felt my heat. It was passed.

As I closed my eyes, I could still see the darkness of that cellar and the array of gadgets on the wall. I could still feel Damon's passion for me.

But reality had once again thrown itself in my face. Mariella was Damon's number one priority, and he would do whatever she wanted or needed, not what I wanted or needed. It was so wrong, and I finally had to admit it to myself.

It was time for me to realize just how poorly they had treated me all this time. But what could I do about it? Nothing. All I could do was go with the flow, endure this breeding season, and find whatever enjoyment I could.